Psycho

by That Pokemon Freak

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Main 6, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 4948

What happens when a pony *snaps*? when they lose it, what happens?

What happens when a pony *snaps*? when they lose it, what happens?
Some ponies exile them self’s, others do crazy stuff and get sent to a home.
But others, others take it out on other ponies, and like it.

This is just a straight and true slasher, murder, begging for life the whole deal.

Published 2014-01-21 01:50:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-26 23:12:35 UTC

Silly Little Fillies

Psycho

Chapter 1

“Silly Little Fillies”

“Ugh”

“Wha...”

Flickering lights, that was all that could be seen, every flicker bought a new piece of surrounding to the little white unicorn.

“H-hello?” cried Sweetie Belle

“Sweetie, is that you?” Questioned the little Southern pony

“Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom? That you?” Franticly questioned Scootaloo

“Yes, yes it’s us,” yelled Apple Bloom “Common, we need to try and call for help!”

The three fillies screamed their little muzzles off to try to attract somepony, anypony.

“Silly. Little. Fillies.”

A voice emanated from the darkened room it wasn't right, it was, distorted. Hoof steps clopped around the little fillies, they were strapped down to something.

*BUZZ*

The lights buzzed into life, lighting up the dank room they were in. The fillies were strapped down to operating tables; their eyes were franticly darting around the room trying to make sense of where they were. The room had concrete walls and a set of stairs leading above the ceiling. The basement walls were covered in red stains, but that wasn’t the worst part of it, there was a wooden table in the centre of the fillies, it was covered in surgical equipment scalpels, bone saw’s, hammers and a bunch of other assorted instruments.

“Now, now girls, shouting is not very polite,” Said the voice.

The three fillies herd hoof steps coming from behind them. A slender black pony emerged from behind them, he was wearing a surgical mask but you could see his long, red mane. He scanned the table looking for the perfect tool to start the job. He picked up a hammer, the three fillies let out glass shattering screams, the black pony cringed and smashed the hammer on the table. He put the hammer down and picked up three rags from the table, he walked over to each filly and gagged them with the rags.

“Please don’t squirm, it just make it more difficult for me,” said the colt.

The colt proceeded back to the table and once again picked up the hammer. The colt was shielding his eyes form the fillies for some reason.  He walked over to Apple Bloom and raised his head, his eyes where pure white with the tiniest dots of black, the outsides were blood shot, they twitched.

He raised the hammer in his hoof and took a heavy blow to Apple Bloom shoulder, there was a satisfying row of cracks and crunches as the bones in her shoulder shattered, some splintering off to stick out of her skin, like splintered tree trunks after a storm, to reveal them self’s, waterfalls of blood poured out of her wounds and down her side. Apple Bloom shrieked in pain, she squirmed but that just made the splintered and shattered bone widen her already gaping wounds. Her friends could do nothing but watch on in horror as their friend was tortured. The man un-hatched the fasten around her other arm and lifted it up. He cocked his arm for another swing, he smashed the back of her elbow making her arm bend backwards, the shattered elbow bone cut its way out of the skin life a knife through weak cloth, a plume of blood splashed across Sweatie Belle’s face making her throw up . Apple Bloom let out a short scream and then passed out due to the sheer pain.

“Now this just won’t do,” said the crazed colt “I guess I will have to move on to the next one for now,” He turned to Scootaloo, she was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on his. The clot turned to the table to pick out his next device. He picked up an old looking hand crank drill, inspected it and turned to face Scoots, she didn’t move, but her breathing got faster.

He positioned the drill so it would go through the bone on her wing. As soon as the cold metal of the drill head touched her skin she felt the torrents of pain flow through her as the drill punctured her wing and started to slowly grind at her bone. This would not be over quickly and it would not be pleasant. As the drill hit half way the filly was still screaming and kicking, then.

*snap*

The bone in her wing had broken in two, splitting off between the drill head. The filly cried in pain, squirming, trying to get free form this nightmare. The colt began to turn the drill sideways, splitting the bone thurther apart, tearing the muscle tissue and tendons that held her wing together walls of blood dripped down the fillies’ torn wing and onto the floor. She let out a long, seemingly un-ending scream and then,same as Apple Bloom, she passed out.

“Dam!” Yelled the colt “Well i guess i will have to move on to the last one until these two come around.

He place the drill on the table and pondered his tools once more. Sweetie Belle, who had managed to loosen and spit out her gag, was crying for her big sister to come and take her away, but alas she would not come.

“Last but not least,” said the deranged colt.

He turned to face Sweetie; he had a scalpel in his hoof. He made long, deep cuts along the side of Sweetie Belle’s body spilling her blood on the floor. He looked her straight in the eye, raised his scalpel and placed it in her mouth, he then stabbed her tongue and dragged the knife back out of the mouth splitting her tongue down the middle, and she gargled on the newly formed pools of blood. The clot, in one swift motion raised his arm back and swung it, severing Sweetie Belle’s jugular spilling fountains of blood on the floor.

The colt proceed back to the unconscious fillies.

“Tick tock, I have all day,”

He strolled around the dank room collecting a bucket and placing it under the lifeless but still bleeding body of sweetie Belle collecting the pints of blood as the poured out of the 12 inch gash along her neck.

“Oh this is going to be a fun night,”

Apple Jack

Note: All text in red is a flash back. Enjoy.

Psycho

Chapter 2

“DEAR GOD, WAY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”

"You know, shouting is not very polite,”

*the sound a steel cutting flesh*

“YOU BUCKING BASTERED!”

“HOW RUDE!”

*a mixture of screaming and stabbing sounds*

“Remember little colt, ALWAYS... be polite,”

“Wha – What in tarnations? ”

AJ awoke, lights already flickering, briefly laminating the blood-stained walls and tables.

“What the buck is this place?” questioned AJ

“You know, you really should NOT swear. It’s very rude,”

“What yall’ talking about?”

“Your language, it’s far from, satisfactory, I will have to fix that,”

The colt took a blade from the table in the middle of the room and turned to face AJ. He trotted up to her and tore her mouth open, he jammed the blade into her mouth and started to cut into her tongue. The blade wasn’t sharp, it was slow and painful, screams echoed though the basement. The chunky piece of muscle dropped to the floor, blood gushed form the open wound, AJ’s screams were the only thing to he heard in the basement, they stopped eventually. She tried to speak but anything uttered could not be understood.

“Now that’s better, no more rude-ness,” said the deranged colt.

The colt turned back to the table and studied the instruments that lay there. AJ’s slight whimpers could be heard in silence of the basement. The colt picked up a pair of pliers and gave a dark, piercing stare at AJ. He slowly strolled up to AJ, not breaking his gaze with her; he rose the pliers to her mouth and clamped down on one of her teeth, with all of his force he pulled at the tooth, AJ screamed at the top of her lunges, the tooth was held in tight, it took more than a minute to get it out, the nerve tore away from the fleshy gums, leaving an open tender hole in her gums. The colt turned away, and picked up a nail and hammer form a small table in one of the corners of the basement, he held the nail in line with the open whole and struck it in with the hammer. AJ screamed and thrashed around in the restraints in pain. The pain lingered for a long time after the strike, it was catastrophically unbearable. He did this, over and over again, prying out her teeth one by one and replacing them with jagged nails, filling her body with pain, beautiful pain.

AJ’s face was soaked with tears, but the session was not over yet. The colt walked back to the table and took a scalpel. He ran the blade softly over AJ’s fur, and then suddenly jammed it into a gap between two of her ribs, severing the flesh and muscle, he dragged the knife along the gap, continuing to gracefully cutting apart the skin to reveal the bloody insides of AJ’s rib cage, the majestic waterfalls of blood fell from the long gash, she squirmed around on the table, grieving in pain. The colt aggressively tore the knife out of and rammed it into another gap in her chest, tearing the flesh, The colt twisted the knife between her ribs, the force of the knife pushing apart her ribs, they splintered, the skin around the wound twisted and tore, the pain was unbearable, AJ’s vision grew faint and she slipped out of consciousness.

When AJ awoke she found that the wounds in her chest had been sewn up, she looked around and saw her teeth arranged in the way they would be as if they were still in her mouth. Tears started to form in her eyes and she prayed that she would get out of this horrible place and back to the farm with her brother and sister. This thought was inturupted by the sound of a door opening and closing.

“Are you ready to continue?”

AJ cried and violently shock her head.

“No objections then,”

The colt turned to a basket filled with apples, he took one at random and walked back to the terrified mare. He placed it in her sore mouth, which pushed the nails in further sending sharp pains into her gums. He cocked his hoof back and swung punching the apple down her gullet, making her choke, she coughed up the chunks of apples and threw up on the floor. She gasped for air, little chunks of apple and vomit remaining in the nails that were now her teeth.

“It’s time to end this,” said the colt

He took a piece of rope and threw it round her neck as he walked around to the back of the table, he pulled as hard as he could on the rope, tightening it around AJ’s neck, the skin under her fur started to turn purple and her lips turned too, she took one last attempt for air, but with no avail.

“Done,”

Rainbow Dash

Note: All text in red is a flash back. Enjoy.

Psycho

Chapter 3

“Now tell me what you see when I show you these pictures,”

*Doctor lifts up picture*

“A bloody knife,”

*Lifts another*

“A pony... bleeding to death,”

“And one more,”

*doctor lifts up the last picture*

“A bloody pony... leaving the scene of a murder,”

“All right, I have heard all I need to,”

Rainbow awoke from what she assumed was one of her usual afternoon naps, but as she gained a bit of awareness of her surroundings, she realised that she was not a comfortable, fluffy cloud, she was far from anything like that.

“Where in the name of Celestia am I?” questioned rainbow.

“A basement, under a house, my basement to be exact,” replied a dark, eerie voice coming from behind her.

The stallion walked out from behind the table on which RD was strapped, and placed a gag in her mouth.

“We don’t want and bad languages now, do we,”

RD struggled to spit the gag out, but it was wedged in tight.

The stallion walked over to the table in the middle of the damp room and picked up two, large fish hooks and then proceeded to walk back to where Rainbow had been strapped down. He grabbed one of her wings and stretched it out so the tips went off the top of the table, he found a fleshy bit of the wing right at the top of the table, he placed one of the fish hooks in line with her wing, rainbow started to struggle and scream into the gag. The stallion bought a hammer to the hook, and struck it with might, the hook pierced her flesh and went straight through and into the hood, the end was barbed and held her wing in place, the more she struggled the more the hook carved up her skin. He did the same to the other wing, she couldn't move, she was held in place with no hope of getting out, she started to cry, begging through the gag for her life.

“Oh, don’t cry, it will be over soon,” said the psycho stallion “no, more, pain.”

The sound of his psychopathic only made her cry more, out of pure fear, alongside the pain of the hooks. The stallion walked back to the table and picked up a small kitchen knife. He stated to make small shallow cuts all across rainbows body. She screamed, not out of pain, but out of fear, she was terrified about what he was going to do to her. He left for the table once again after he had made the incisions, 4 on each arm and leg and one long one across the middle of her chest. He picked up 9 lengths of metal wire, then he he turned his head and looked at rainbow with a sick, twisted, sadistic smile, Rainbow squirmed around, making the fish hooks tear up her skin, and this just made her panic more.

He walked up to the now petrified mare, too frightened to even move. The stallion took threads of the metal wire and placed them gently in each of the newly formed cuts on her limbs, the wires slotted into the cuts smoothly, but the rubbing on the exposed flesh was excruciating, even though the cuts were small, they bled, so much blood, glorious blood. Rainbow stopped fighting the pain, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, so she didn't do anything, just winced at the pain. After what seemed like an eternity, all of the wire had been weaved into the cuts. The stallion bought all of the wires round to the back of the table and lined them up.

“Now this will hurt, but don’t squirm, that will only heighten the pain,”

The stallion picked up each end of a wire that was threaded at the top of one of Rainbows arms (closest to her hoof) lifted them up, he pulled them back to that they were tight in the gashes, then he started to pull on one end of the wire and then the other, the wire started to rub and tear away flesh slowly from the cuts, Rainbow once again jumped into life, the sharp, un-yielding pain shooting up her arm, she started to scream into her gag, her muscles clenched as the pain coursed through her body, it was unbearable. It was 10 minutes before the wire hit bone, 10 minutes of pure pain, flesh being slowly eroded away by the wire. The stallion paused for a second, but he quickly resumed the torture session, grinding away at the bone in Rainbows arm, it was harder than the stallion first expected, he had to pull harder, instead of the bone being grinned away, the force of the stallion pulling on the wire, snapped the bone, splintering the bone, cutting up the skin around the back of her arm, this made rainbow scream like she had never done before, even though the gag it was deafening, she soon stopped, the gag had loosened enough for her to be able to spit it out.

“Why?” Rainbow questioned, “Why are you doing this? Please, let me go, I won’t tell anyone what you did I promise, please?”

The stallion walked around to the front of the table to face Rainbow.

“To rid the world of... impurities,” said the stallion, he then cocked his arm back and punched her in the temple, it didn’t kill her, but it knocked her out. “Like you,”

The stallion proceeded to use the wires to cut her limbs off, bit by bit. He had only one wire and one cut left, the one running along her diaphragm, he didn’t intended to cut this one, instead he wheeled out a contraption, it had wire coming out of the top, it had dials and two buttons on the side, he hooked up each end of the wires to the wires sticking out of the contraption. Rainbow remained lifeless on the table, she gave the occasional grunt or moan, to prove that she had the resilience to hold onto life. The stallion pressed one of the buttons on the side of the contraption, it sparked into life, giving off a buzzing sound, he turned the dial up to the highest setting it could, he then pressed the other button, a current of 1,000 volts passed though the wire, and it made rainbows diaphragm contracted, she was unable to breath, the stallion held the current for as long as he could before the machine cut out. He walked up to rainbows, steaming, disembodied carcass and place a hoof in front of her muzzle to check if her was breathing... nothing, she was gone.

The stallion whispered to himself “un altro passo per la purezza, truly i am as what clean water is to a poisoned wound,”

Rarity

Psycho

Chapter 4

“He killed four ponies!”

“I understand that, but he is clearly not mentally stable, he can’t help it.”

“Ugh, fine, we will give him a new identity, out him in a new town, give him a new life, but we will be keeping a close eye on him.”

Rarity awoke slowly, not realising where she was at first, but she quickly realised that she wasn’t in her plush, soft, cosy bed in carousel boutique.

“W-what is this ghastly place?” she questioned. “Why is this... thing so wet and sticky?”

The remains of previous victims still adorned the table then she was strapped to, the blood was staining the mare’s coat, but it didn’t matter, no one was ever going to see it again apart from the freak that had her down in this dark place.

“I say hello? Is anypony there?” Rarity questioned the dark desperately craving an answer from one of her friends, she wanted it to be some sort of practical joke set up by pinkie or rainbow, but alas, no answer just what seemed like an endless void of pure pitch blackness.

The sound of hoof steps echoed though the dungeon.

“H-hello? Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie? Is this one for your infantile jokes? If so I am not amused!” the tone in her voice now hinting a mixture of fear and desperation.

The lights buzzed into life, Rarity wished that they didn’t, the light revealed the horrors the darkness covered. So much death, blood draped the walls, but that was not the only thing on the wall, various body parts adorned the walls. Rarity cringed at the sight of mangled and mutilated limbs can bodies, some looking like fresh kills, no more than a few days.

An ominous voice filled the room “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I suppose what means nothing to you, you are beautiful to everypony aren’t you?”

“W-what? Who are you? Show yourself!” Shouted the terrified mare.

“Salvation for our kind,” replied the psycho stallion

He walked over to a table in the middle of the room, it had items on it, a metal file and a flask filled with a clear liquid, it was labelled ‘Highly Volatile’. He walked over to the table and picked up the flask, he turned his head to give a quick, yet deeply disturbing grin to the tied down mare. He turned his body fully to face rarity, and he started to slowly edge his way towards her.

“Now let’s just hope you have a nice personality,”

He lifted the flask up to the side of her face, fear shot through her like poison though veins, she violently shock and her breathing rate went through the roof. The stallion slowly started to tip the flask.

“OH CELESTIA PLEASE DON’T, I BEG YOU PLEASE LET ME GO!” screamed the terrified mare, but they went un-answered.

The liquid slowly dripped onto her face, burning her flesh down to the bone. The mare screamed in pain, the flesh was melting away from her face slowly and painfully, the liquid continued to drip down the left side of her face and some started to inch into her chest and leg, a mixture of blood and tears streamed down the mares face. For 15 long minutes the liquid burned and melted the skin of the once illustrious and beautiful mare, 15 minutes of pure, wonderful, pain.

“W-Why? Why have you done this?” said the exhausted mare, the left side her face was destroyed, her mouth had disintegrated on that side of her face, showing the tendons and teeth inside her mouth.

“Because I am here to purge this world of impurities, and unfortunately for you, you are included,” replied the stallion, as he walked back to the table.

He picked up the metal file and studied it for a second, “Needs to be sharpened,” he walked to the corner of the room, he sat down at a grindstone and proceeded to sharpen the dulled file, “Perfect”.

He got up and walked up to rarity, she was clinging to consciousness by a thread. The stallion lifted the file up to her horn and made contact with the bottom of it with the file. He started to rub and scrape at her horn, usually a unicorn would be able to defend against something like this, but due to her exhaustion she could muster up the strength to fight back. The act of cutting off a unicorn’s horn was one of the most painful things that could happen to anypony, due to the magical connection, but the pain was amplified due to the fact that the stallion was using a file and not a saw or blade made the process slower than usual, making the pain last much, much longer. It took a whole hour of, excruciatingly agonising pain until the horn came free from the base of the mares scull, tears flooded down the mares face, getting into the wounds and making them sore, shooting pain into her face. The stallion looked at the horn, studying it. He looked at the mare, he then walked up to her and grasped her head, lifting it so she was looking at the ceiling, he opened her mouth and aligned the horn so it was aiming down her throat. With all his strength he plunged the horn down the mares throat, this didn’t kill her, she wish it would, the pain was unbearable, stretching her gullet, she couldn’t breathe, she gasped for air, but nothing, the horn prevented it, her skin changed to blue and her lips to an deep purple, she violently thrashed about on the table, trying to break free to clear her throat.

But life was not that kind.

Fluttershy

Psycho

Chapter 5

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, VANSIHED???”

“W-we don’t know. No one can find him,”

“I THOUGHT HE WAS UNDER SERVALINCE!!!”

“H-he was, but he managed to dodge out guards, he could be any ware,”

A shy mare awoke on the infamous table, she was drowsy, it took a few good minutes before she realised that she wasn’t in her cosy bed in her cottage, nestled up with her beloved animal friends.

“Oh... Oh my...” squeaked fluttershy “Angel bunny? This isn’t funny, i’m scared,”

A voice perked up form behind the table “Fear is the driving force of any living being, fear is good, it means you are alive, oh don’t worry... we will soon fix that my dear,”

“AH...” flutter shy shrieked in fear at the menacing stallion that seemed to just appear behind her all of a sudden, “W-what do you want?”, she scanned the room quickly, noticing the blood stains on the walls and mounds of bone and flesh in the far corner of the room, up agonist the far wall stood a shelf, the word “trophies” was etched into the top of it, on the top shelf there was a Stetson and a red bow laying side by side, both blood stained, and on the shelf bellow was a pile of blue hooves, also blood stained, fluttershy burst into a fit of tears “Oh sweet Celestia, you are the reason my friends have been disappearing, you killed them, you monster,”

“NOT KILLED!” yelled the stallion “cleansed,” his voice turned form furious to calm in a matter of moments, it was eerie to say the least. “Now I would appreciate if you would not talk any more, but just to make sure,” said the stallion as he walked over to his table, only one item lay on the table, a rag, he picked up the rag and walked back to fluttershy, he placed it in her mouth and fed it round the back of her head and tied it off, she was now unable to speak or even form any sort of language.

A faint rattling noise started coming from a small grate in the wall, it gradually got louder and louder and the shaking got more violent. “Ah, my pets are awake, and they are in need of breakfast,” said the stallion as he walked over to the small grate, “Fortunately for me they see me as a parental figure and won’t give me a second glance,” he chuckled softly as he keeled down to the grate.

He lifted the grate to reveal a swarm of rats, hungry, blood thirsty, rats. They all instantly swarmed the stalk that held up the table, they circled the petrified mare as she continued to whimper to herself, tears streaming down her face.

He stallion walked back over to the table the mare was strapped down on, and he tipped the table so it was horizontal, fluttershy’s legs were only just above the wave of rodents bellow her.  The stallion walked behind the table and grasped a lever on the table, and sharply pulled it down, the table dropped, plunging fluttershy’s lower legs into the sea of vermin, they started to tare the skin away from fluttershy’s legs, exposing muscle and bone, immense pains started to shoot up her legs, making her clench her entire body, tears started to flow like waterfalls. Blood drenched the rats closest to her legs, which took them into a frenzy, becoming more violent and blood thirsty than ever.

It took the rats no more the five minutes to tare all of the flesh, leaving only a pile of bones, which were once fluttershy’s hooves and ankles, and a pair of half exposed shin bones, barely held on by the remaining parts of the flesh on her legs, a bit further up.

The stallion picked up two of the rats form the floor and put them in a glass container, it was a large square, just a bit bigger than a ponies head, one side had a hole in it, covered by a piece of flexible plastic to stop the rats form getting back out. The rest if the rats were herded back into the hole in the wall and the grate was closed behind them.

Fluttershy was in too much pain to move or even make a noise, she just lay there, crying, she managed to push out a sound, it was a small whimper, but the rag that remained in her mouth restricted anything more than that.  The stallion remained in silence as he walked back over to the glass box, housing the rats. He picked it up and walked over to fluttershy, he watched her for a moment as she whimpered, she looked up to meet his stare, and then dropped her head again, the stallion intercepted he head and lifted it up again, fluttershy put up no fight. The stallion lifted the box over her head and lined up the hole with the top of her head, he quickly slammed it down trapping her head with the two rats, they started to rip and tear at her face, the pulled the gag away allowing her to scream as they bit at her cheeks, ripping the skin away revelling a wall of teeth. The box started to slowly fill with blood, some of it escaping out of the plastic seal, staining her coat, one of the rats bit into her eye, tearing it out of the socket, fluttershy screamed, the other rat bit her tongue, ripping a chunk out, filling her mouth with torrents of blood.

The frenzy continued for only two minutes before the streaming stopped, the stallion checked her pulse, nothing, he let the rats finish their mean first, taking that away would just be rude.

Pinkie Pie

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